She doesn't cry,
Because she's afraid someone will see her weakness,
She doesn't know why,
She just spends her nights sleepless and restless,
It's such sweet misery,
In which she lies,
Can no one see,
The pain in her Irish eyes?
Lay me down by the river,
Drown me in your tears,
Never shake, Never quiver;
I can chase away your fear,
Tell me all your troubles.
She doesn't know,
She doesn't know,
They never understand,
Maybe that's because she doens't either,
She doesn't know what pains her,
Or what causes all her sorrow,
She just knows it's hard to be her,
And that she wants to die.
Please tell me what you think
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wow
This could describe the "me" from my teen years. All the way down to the irish eyes bit.
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i agree this was a deep piece, it was wonderful to read. great write
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It is soo deep, it almost made me cry, I love it... it is so sad, but it is really true too, good job.
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Thank you. I really appreciate the feedback.
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